There is something...dark, right now, roiling just beneath the surface in Alfred. He tends to be more soft-hearted, less affected by turning than perhaps he could have been - but just after feeding, ESPECIALLY now, after BITING, the shift in his personality is just a little more evident. There's still love in his face, in his touch, blazing bright; but it's accompanied by a possessiveness, a hunger, something wild.

It feels good to play in the space a little, and...he wants to see how far he can push Herbert, exactly.

He nips at his lover's inner thigh, skating his fangs there for a moment before pulling back enough to stand up. He puts one knee up on the bed, stocking-clad, right up against Herbert's cock, applying a little pressure. An invitation, holding his thigh steady.

"Show me."